"No," said Guildea.
The Father brushed some crumbs from the front of his cassock and sat up higher in his chair.
"Your visitor is still here?" he asked, and his blue eyes became almost ungentle and piercing as he gazed at his friend.
"Yes," answered Guildea, calmly.
"How do you know it, when did you know it—when you looked into the dining-room just now?"
"No. Not until I came into this room. It welcomed me here."
"Welcomed you! In what way?"
"Simply by being here, by making me feel that it is here, as I might feel that a man was if I came into the room when it was dark."
He spoke quietly, with perfect composure in his usual dry manner.
"Very well," the Father said, "I shall not try to contend against your sensation, or to explain it away. Naturally, I am in amazement."